1943

Read at own risk

Welcome

to hell.

Smoke screen separates us

From them

Laughing, jeering, torture.

 

Scared children, crying mothers

surround me.

Why?

Because of him.

 

We are stuck.

Cannot move.

A smelly, writhing mass.

Forsaken.

 

And why this way?

For our beliefs;

Trodden on.

Laughed at.

 

Eyes search,

Desperate

to hold on

to loved ones.

 

Eyes meet,

Goodbyes.

No air.

 

Gone.

Reviews

[Drew Wade]

okay, I liked this poem a whole whole lot. i think it's a great poem. I think, even if you didn't put in the title and the explanation, it would still be great.. because it's universal. This could be everyman. you know? So I really liked it, and I think you should take the mature rating off of it, because I think it would be good for anyone to read this.

[Rhan F. Sydney]

Very very powerful. I agree with Drew Wade. This is a very universal poem and could serve to be learned from. Thank you so much for this entry.

[Fredrick Malkyor]

Dear Cat,

I find this poem to be 'inspiring'. It tells what goes through the mind of every soldier that is in the war zone. Keep up the good work.

Your Friend,

Fredrick Malkyor

[Tas]

Intense thats all i can really say about this, intense, seriously...good write...waiting to see more from you.

[Legion]

I still can not wrap my mind around the reaction of the Jews (as well as others) during the holocaust. I would rather die fighting then walking into it as a pacifist. I know they didn't know what was going to happen to begin with, but eventually it became known and still the majority did not fight. Sad and strange. This is a great write from the eyes of those caught in the maelstrom of it all. Good work.